Teaching brats a worthwhile lesson

"What did you say?"

For the first time, Xin An's eyes become cold, like the one he was used to be. This young man in front of him was not only arrogant but also an asshole. He hates asshole.

"Talking with an idiot surely boring." Qian Xiaoli shook his head. "How many times do I have to repeat myself? Go and Die. Now don't bother us, we're still gathering some herbs."

Xiao An's eyes flashed with a strange glint and smiled. The next instance, he looked really terrifying. "Does your father know that you sneak out this time round?"

"Boss," Yun Mingli shrugged Qian Xiaoli's cloth. "This brat is an Idiot. He asked if Seventh Elder knew if we sneak...When literally sneak already means 'we ran without notifying anyone other than us."

Xin An looked at him and licked his lips, "Yue Mengli, right?"

"It's Yun-Ming-Li. Any complain?"

"No," Xin An said. "Yun Mingli, this Xin just want to thank you."

"Thank you for what?" Yun Mingli bewilderedly asked.

"Thank you... thank you for informing me. Once I dispose the three of you, my life will return to peace. Luck is really on my side."

Qian Xiaoli burst into laughter followed by his two underlings. Han Mi, in particular, the first to said, "Brat, do you think you can trick us? A cripple like you wants to kill us?"

Xin merely inhaled a mouthful of air, as he looked at the night sky. Raising his hands slowly, savoring the cold gusts, as he maniacally laughed.

"Ha Ha Ha Ha... Hahahahaahahaha..." Grinning, he licked his lips and looked at them. "Wherever this Xin goes, his hands start to become restless. He likes blood, he enjoys tormenting lives, and most importantly... He admires to cut their body parts... Oh. Oh my, Oooh my little chickens, let, this, Xin, slice, your...intestines!"

His maniac laughter echoed in the garden. Apart from Qing Xiaoli, Han Mi, and Yun Mingli, no one could hear his voice. But if someone did, they would immediately shiver just by looking at him.

Qian Xiaoli had already been terrified. He had forgotten the person in front of him was just a cripple from his perspective. He now treated him as some sort of demon.

"You...What are you going to do?" Seeing Xin An walking slowly to him, he began to panic. He shifted his gaze on his underling and glared, "You two. Hold him back!"

"But... Boss." The two underlings didn't dare to comfort this kind of madman. He's so scary!

"Useless!" Qian Xiaoli roared. "If you two still won't move, I'll beat you up with my hands!!"

Yun Mingli and Han Mi sobered up. Their face turned solemn as they hesitated and eventually comforted the demonic human.

Although their foot was solidified in the ground, they were still shaking.

"Teehee~" Xin An looked at them like someone who wanted to taste blood. A small knife appeared from his hand the moment he tapped his spatial ring. Licking it, he lunged forward. "OFFER YOUR BLOOD!"

"No. Go away!" The two cried out in unison.

Yun Mingli and Han Mi had slight confidence before Xin An attacked, but now that confidence immediately turned to ashes. They finally realized not only this brat was a madman but also not just a Shitty cripple Herb Caretaker... The aura he released could only indicate Peak Fourth Layer — They were not a match to him.

Turning their body, they bitterly tried to escape from Xin An's clutch. However, with mid-Fourth Layer realm, they couldn't struggle from their fate as a sharp pain was inflicted from their backs. Qian Xiaoli, who was terrified, couldn't move his legs. His face froze in horror as he watched the young man reaping the blood of his underlings— Other than having fun, hanging out with his underlings, and acting tyrant in the sect, he hadn't experienced a battle ever once. So this is what the door of death feels like?

He smiled bitterly as Xin An appeared at his sight. Behind the moonlight, Xin An walked out holding the tainted knife. Qian Xiaoli could see the blood dripping from it, as his two underlings were laying in the ground seemingly dead. Such a scene he never believed to occur to him had really transpired.

Facing the death god, Qian Xiaoli's heart was resolved. He looked fiercely at Xin An and said, "Kill me."

"Oh," A grin appeared at Xin An's face as he lifted Qian Xiaoli by his chin. "You're not afraid of death?"

"Not afraid?" Qian Xiaoli laughed, "Who's not afraid of death? I want to drink Spring Wine and strolled Bluehurst City tomorrow. Do you think I'm not afraid of death?"

"I admire you," Xin An dropped the pre-text and return the knife into the spatial ring. "Remember, this will happen to a brat like you if you'll not change."

"You...You, what do you mean?" Qian Xiaoli could see the changes from Xin An. The terrifying demonic young man he saw before had vanished and what replaced it was the gentle-looking face. "You won't kill me?"

He couldn't help but become furious. At the same time, he felt lucky.

"This Xin won't dare," Xin An cupped his fist. "You're the son of estimated Seventh Elder. Do you think with his power he won't leave something in your body? As his sole son, I'm sure he did. If this Xin kills you, I will get into trouble."

'Humph. If you pointed a knife on me, I would have killed you a long ago.' Xin An sneered inwardly. At the crucial moment, the Mysterious Cauldron had buzzed inside him when he pointed his knife to the two underlings and Qian Xiaoli. It seemed to prevent him, so Xin An just went along with it. Furthermore, he was not inexperienced in this kind of situation. When he was chase and hunt, he came across many life and death battle with the cops or people who seemingly harbor ill intent. He had grown indifferent in the face of slaughter and killing — He even killed his traitor friends with his two hands, not to mention a little brat who had yet to grow up?

"You...You're not joking, right?" Qian Xiaoli didn't believe him and pointed a finger at the dead bodies. "You even killed two of my servants."

"They're not dead," said Xin An. "Fed them a healing pill each, they'll be good as new."

Qian Xiaoli looked at Xin An full of doubt but still tapped his spatial ring to vomit two healing pills. He fed them each, and when their eyelids start twitching, breathing returning, and wounds slowly healing, was he convince Xin An didn't lie at him.

He cupped his fists to Xin An and didn't dare to throw threats anymore. He felt like Xin An was a man full of profundity, unfathomable, and unusual type of man. He appeared humble, act like a maniac, and lectured him a worthwhile lesson that he's sure he wouldn't forget — Furthermore, he was in the same realm with him, a peak fourth layer. If Xin An reached the fifth layer and was still a caretaker, then the disciples of Iron Peak could only retire their position if they still couldn't beat him in terms of speed of cultivation.

"Remember this, your father won't stay at your side forever. Your glorious life right now is not everlasting. When the time comes Elder Qian disappears on this world, your life ought to become miserable."

Qian Xiaoli stopped on his tracks. His two underlings had to shake his sleeve in order to wake him up. 'He's right...Maybe...Maybe I—" He shook his head and continue to walk towards the gate, but his mind left wondering about the words Xin An spoke.

........

'That was fun!'

After the unwanted guests left, Xin An could finally relax. He naturally planned those acts impromptu. From what he knows, Qian Xiaoli was a flamboyant type of brat who hasn't experience hardship even once. He even knew that brat hadn't fought someone in his entire life. Even though their cultivation exactly the same, Xin An was confident to beat him with ease.

Aside from his asshole-like attitude, he hadn't done any deeds that were considered sinful. If he did, regardless of the stakes, Xin would purge such a person — Exterminating evils or goods that offended him.

However, Qian Xiaoli hadn't gone beyond the point of edging a knife to his neck. This was Xin An's bottom line. As long as someone wouldn't point a knife at him or tries to kill him, he would tolerate such an act.

That's his principle of life he developed through the course as he became a Wanted Criminal. This belief would let him remain his sanity and wouldn't be succumbed to a cold-blooded murderer.

After putting the Mortal Herb Qian Xioali's had plucked back to its place, Xin An surveyed the Garden before he closed the gate.

Not too long, he arrived at his little hut. He again sat atop his bed.

'I still have four herbs left. Three that are useful for my current realm and one for the Seventh stage and above. After passing out from exhaustion, I already achieved peak tempering muscle and will advance in Altering Muscle soon. Should I use the remaining herbs right now?'

Xin frowned. He wanted to consume the herb and advance to the Fifth Layer, but becoming an Outer Disciple worried him. He knew that he would undergo a test first before he would become an official Disciple. That test would require him to leave the sect and hunt for a bandit who's renowned for causing trouble to the Sword Star Sect. Undoubtedly, he had to spend a long time locating the target, so staying in an Inn and expenses for food would naturally come by.

But the problem was, he's penniless. As a caretaker, he had free food, so money hadn't been his problem all this time. But now, if he was forced to leave the sect, he had no choice but to trade the herb for money!

'Sigh. I'm so poor. Fine then. Xin An, you have to consume two of the herb and left the one to sell it for Spirit Stones. Hmm, that should be it.'' Arriving at a conclusion, Xin An grabbed the two Ten-year-old Steel Herb and Ginseng Herb. He controlled the Mysterious Cauldron and throw the two herbs on his stomach, which had become a vortex-like mouth.

This shit really creeps me out. Why the hell this cauldron have to emerge from my stomach. It now felt like I'm some sort of monster.

Three hours passed. Sweats of beads fell from Xin An's forehead as his entire muscle ooze with smoke. A moment later, Xin An opened his eyes with a trace of a smile.

'Fifth Layer. This Cauldron is truly useful. With it, I can speed up the refining of herbs. Furthermore, it will be converted into Golden Essence making my cultivation very efficient and solid. Just a few hours have passed, but I'm already back at my realm two years ago.' Xin An couldn't help but show empathy. If the previous owner of the body did just consume one pill and knew about its existence, perhaps he wouldn't succumb to despair and kill himself.

Xin An gazed to the window as the rays of light shone from the gaps. His eyes were sharp as he breaths, 'It's time to register for discipleship.'